Three days

So fucking sick of constant yelling,
Of lies and blames, complains,comparing
Of hate,regret,dead ends,depression
Of problem solving endless pressures.

Of coffee,coke and lack of sleep...
Facebook,emails,calls and beeps
So sick of working,running, hustle...
Of strain and knots in every muscle.

I'm sick and tiered - tiered sick.
I'm beat,exhausted,empty,weak
Solution clear day by day
I just can't wait for this to say:

For next three days my phone is off
Don't care who will get pissed off
Don't care order small or large
I need my rest,reboot,recharge.

White sheets,soft bed and steaming tub
Small joint,shave and gentle rub
Toned ,sexy mama-always nude
No clubs,hang outs and fast food.

No loud music or TV
The oceans wisper'll do for me
Three days.Three nights.No more.No less.
Prescription for release of stress.

I know it's coming. Very close
I see it. Smell it with my nose
Can't wait. But glad that- it is near.
Be strong.Be tough. No cries.No fear.